Out of darkness How? How did you build this place? How did you make clothes? How did you grow food? The reign of terror that you survived How can I make it my own cradle? The dread of shadows that haunts your mind I'm gonna turn it into power I have the need for your power I see, a life without power will not be worth living I would die without your gifts I will not live as your thrall The barren garden you dominate How can I make it my own shelter? The mighty lion that you can't face You're gonna make it your own servant Oh, my precious son Longing for an awakening I see the spinning threads Around your wounded soul Awaken me tonight, give me power I will be born again, be my mother Make me your son tonight, share your wisdom And make me free again from this prison Awake yourself tonight, take my power You will be born again, I'll be mother Become my son tonight, take my wisdom And you'll be free again from this prison The curse will fill my veins I may not pass the night But as I trust my will I will be changed forever She cuts her ashen wrist Her blood is flowing down The gift of all the gifts My soul is to be bound I drink the flowing lymph It is the sweetest nectar I fall in deep abyss And I will fall forever Oh, my precious son Longing for an awakening I see the spinning threads Around your wounded soul Awaken me tonight, give me power I will be born again, be my mother Make me your son tonight, share your wisdom And make me free again from this prison Awake yourself tonight, take my power You will be born again, I'll be mother Become my son tonight, take my wisdom And you'll be free again from this prison